The wedding of the young master of Baiyin Valley was held with great splendor, with a phoenix crown and a beautiful robe, and more than ten miles of red makeup.
Fairy birds chirp in unison, and drums and music sound loudly in the sky.
That grand and dreamy scene is one that every woman will have some wonderful expectations of becoming a Taoist couple when she sees it.
Under the attention of countless guests, the newlyweds slowly came together, went through solemn and solemn ceremonies one after another, and finally stood together holding hands.
Watching Shen Zhuangheng consummate their marriage with his own eyes, Tong Yan felt indescribable sadness and emotion in his heart. Recalling what he was like when he first picked him up, this troubled child finally grew up and finally had his own family. .
Watching the two people standing in the lobby, so eye-catching and perfect, she felt like she believed in love again!
Not only herself, Tong Yan also noticed that Rong Yaoling's eyes were fixed on Jiang Qingle for a long time. To rule out the possibility that she was in love with Senior Sister Jiang, she must have been looking at wedding clothes at that time.
There was a hint of loneliness on her face that was so fleeting that Tong Yan thought it was an illusion.
A few days ago, through Rong Yaoling's narration, it can actually be seen that the two have developed to the point where they are in love. Although they have not talked about marriage yet, Rong Yaoling must have had an idea in her heart.
Thinking of the Miss Han family who was trying to get in the way behind, Tong Yan couldn't help but itch her teeth with hatred for her junior uncle.
This Miss Han is not the famous Han Luolan, but her sister. She is not interested in knowing exactly what kind of sister she is.
All I know is that Miss Han has also taken a fancy to Helan Zhou, and because she is the junior sister of the Qiankun Sect, she stalks Helan Zhou. She talks over tea and takes advantage of her status to target Rong Yaoling in various ways.
Rong Yaoling is a demon cultivator herself, and she is not popular in the Zhengdao sect. Perhaps He Lanzhou has too many scruples in dealing with things, which makes her feel wronged repeatedly. Therefore, there are many misunderstandings between the two, and Rong Yaoling is frustrated. After feeling cold, he broke off the relationship neatly and returned to the sect.
Thinking of this, Tong Yan couldn't help but sigh.
Love, love you MM pqing!
After watching the ceremony, visitors from all over the world started to go home, and the Mosha Sect was no exception. Tong Yan had had enough of staying here for so many days, and it was time to leave.
On the way back, she felt a rare feeling of returning home. They had been away for so long, and Shang Xun was left alone in the sect to deal with trivial matters. How did Shang Xun spend every day?
Will he be like an emperor in the secular world, who wakes up earlier than a chicken, goes to bed later than a dog, gets up early to go to court, approves documents after the court, and still refuses to fall asleep after lighting the lamp for a long time at night?
After getting off the flying boat, Tong Yan ran back to Luohua Peak without stopping, pushed open the door of Luohua Palace, and looked for Shang Xun's busy figure.
The scene that caught her eye could not be said to be exactly the same as the scene in her fantasy, it could only be said that it had nothing to do with it.
I saw a sleeping person lying on the high couch. There were no documents or books on the table in front of him.
What a waste of her expression.
Tong Yan walked softly to Shang Xun and found that he was really asleep. His sleeping posture was very regular, only the wings of his nose were floating slightly in rhythm. If it had been anyone else, he might have been snoring nonstop by now.
She couldn't help but twist her fingers, as if pinching his nose, but if she woke up the master like this, she would definitely die on the spot!
After thinking about the scene where Shang Xun strangled himself to death with the Nine Dragon Lock, Tong Yan shuddered and quickly stopped his thoughts of committing suicide.
Isn’t it good to be alive?
After Tong Yan woke up in time, he was about to turn around and leave when he happened to catch a glimpse of the coat hanging next to him. He probably fell asleep leaning on it, with nothing covering him, so he felt lonely.
There is a kind of coldness called your mother thinks you are cold. Tong Yan felt that she suddenly understood her mother's mood at that time.
In order to make up for the mischievous thoughts that should not have arisen just now, Tong Yan decided to cover him with a quilt and express his respect and love for his master.
Starting from the feet, he carefully covered the coat to the end. Tong Yan knelt on one leg beside the couch, leaning his entire upper body down, and the tail of his hair inadvertently brushed against the ears of the sleeping man.
After finally covering it, Tong Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Just when she was about to climb down, the person underneath suddenly turned over. His long arm swept across her back impartially, pushing the person down, and his tall body covered her weak body.
His body was half pressed underneath him.
The sudden turn of events frightened Tong Yan and she almost screamed. She thought it was Shang Xun who had woken up, but the other person's head hung quietly above hers, his breathing rate did not change at all, and he seemed to be still asleep.
Tong Yan froze and didn't dare to move. Her upper body was completely suppressed and she couldn't move. If she wanted to get up, she could only push the person away from her. However, she thought a lot in her mind and was still unable to push the person.
Her chin touched lightly under Shang Xun's shoulder. Although her nose was not blocked, she felt like she was suffocating as the air was cut off. She could only open her mouth to breathe, and spit out large and rapid hot breaths, passing through the thin
The clothes fell on Shang Xun's skin.
Since this was the blind spot of the person in his arms, Tong Yan thought that Shang Xun, who was sleeping soundly, had quietly opened his eyes.
His eyes swept over her eyebrows, nose, and soft face inch by inch, as if he was carving their appearance in his heart over and over again.
Her eyes finally fell on the trembling eyelashes. The thin and straight eyelashes seemed to touch the tip of his heart when they were inflamed, making people feel a slight tingling sensation, tempting him to reach out like she did before.
Touch it, touch it.
Or, lean down and kiss it.
Just when he couldn't help but want to take action, a muffled groan suddenly sounded from below. Tong Yan's face suddenly turned pale and his blood was drained. He didn't care whether Shang Xun was asleep or not, and clutched his chest tightly with his left hand, as if he was having a heart attack.
Difficulty breathing.
Tong Yan did not have a heart disease. Her heartbeat was too fast just now. Just when she thought it would jump out, it was like something bit her. The pain was so painful that she almost couldn't breathe.
Shang Xun noticed the change in her expression, and was about to let her go and ask, but Tong Yan pushed him away regardless, jumped off the couch, and ran out the door without looking back.
Shang Xun sat up slowly on the couch and watched Tong Yan escape with an expressionless face. As long as she looked back, she would know that there was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes, only the endless darkness that stared deeply.
Do you hate his touch so much?
Rong Yaoling's voice seemed to come to mind again.
"You are master and disciple, and if you refuse to make it clear, then many of your actions will be misunderstood by her as just the master's concern for his disciples. I can guarantee that even if a hundred years pass, I will not become like you."
But the mentor-disciple relationship they have established over more than ten years, and the way they get along with each other over more than ten years, are not so easy to change.
And once it changes, no matter what the outcome is, it means that it can never go back to the way it was.
"No one on either side has taken that step first. You can only be master and apprentice forever. Senior brother, I am a person who has been here before. Two people who run away have no chance to be together."
"Brother, there is no such thing as both worlds in this world."
He knew not, so he hesitated to move forward, because even if she became more distant from him, he couldn't bear it.
How did he answer Rong Yaoling at that time?
——The days are long, I will wait until she sees me.
Are you deceiving Rong Yaoling by saying this, or are you trying to comfort yourself?
After a long time, a faint sigh came out of his thin lips.